Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

“And this is our hazelnut flavor with dark chocolate cream, imported directly from Belgium. It’s one of our best sellers.” The cheerful baker said proudly, opening another of the dozens of boxes she had brought to take out a tiny decorated cake and place it in front of where Massimo, Alice and Millicent were sitting.

Then, he leaned back and said, “It’s so-so.” He saw Charlie frown, but Adrian dismissed it and reached out for a cookie. He took a bite and had to swallow a moan! The crisp edge gave way to a soft, chewy center, and the bittersweet chocolate melted on his tongue! Then came the nutty crunch of the pistachio, a perfect mix of saltiness and sweetness. It was the best-tasting cookie he had ever tried! However, he dared not express it. Instead, Adrian said, “It’s not bad.”

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

He removed her black hair from her neck and she shivered when his lips touched her skin. "Why?" She breathed out when his hand traveled to her neck. "Because I like Darkness..." He turned her around and slammed against the wall. His hand caressed her neck and slowly stopped on her breasts. Veronica moaned and bit her lips when he squeezed it over her top. His eyes traveled on her erotic face. Red flushed cheeks, desperate lips and unstable breathing. Her boobs fit in his hand perfectly. His thumb set her lower lip free from tortures of her teeth and caressed it with his tongue. Her nails dug in his back when he massaged her breasts and dominated her mouth with his tongue. It drew muffled moa

I looked at him "I...I saw a girl who looks like me but she's....she's different she was in the alley everything was dark when she was on the ground when a guy who looks...looks like you came toward her. She was telling you about your red. They were red just like..just like they were. I told him. Locus fixed his attention on me and began moving toward me. I slowly crawled backwards. It's not because she was afraid of what she saw but because my heart was beating louder than ever, I was scared that Locus would hear my heartbeat because of how loud it was. When my back hit the wall he was inches away from me so I could feel his minty warm breath on my face. "What..what are you doing?" I asked,

"What's with that expression? You'd think you found a cockroach in my cake." I pointed at the tablet. "That video right there is making me sick. Aren't you going to compensate me?" He smiled—a nice smile, easy and unforced—and added an extra cake to my tray. "Compensate? Of course. New recipe, on the house. Dark chocolate with sea salt caramel. Let me know what you think." I didn't argue. Took the cake and took a bite. It was incredible.

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

And the darkness swallows me whole. I wake sometime around midnight. The third-quarter moon fills my room with a soft glow. I groan, rolling onto my side, and prying my eyes open to look around. I’m alone. I can hear Dominic downstairs, can smell the cup of coffee he’s made. His heart beats in his chest steadily, the rhythm comforting. At least I’m not alone. He’s on his feet in a second, bounding up the stairs. No doubt he heard me. So I wait.

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."